GOTTA KEEP TAB'S ON THOSE BOB'S
Bob works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling
and plays golf every Saturday.
His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, and their sex life is becoming ho-hum, so for his birthday she surprises him, blindfolds him and when she removes the blindfold they step out of the cab, they are at the local strip club.
The doorman at the club greets them and says, "Hey, Bob! How ya doin?" His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before "Oh no," says Bob.
"He's on my bowling team."
When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser. His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, "How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"
He's fast on his feet: "I recognize her, she's also a daytime waitress at the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey."
A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over h im and says, "Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"
Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.
Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it.
She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every four letter word in the book.
The cabby turns around and says,"Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time."
